“It’s easier to want what you get, than to get what you want.” Title of Zen Meditation book I lost ages ago.
Florida Ironman Race Report (a brief one, as my race was brief).
It was a tough swim that threw hundreds of athletes out of the race. The one-hour wait in a cold wind in our wetsuits probably took it’s toll. The water, at 67F, felt like a warm bath after that.
My slowest Ironman time, yet. Apparently an achievement at 78, so people tell me!
I had a really enjoyable swim, especially the second loop. I finally worked out how deal with the side current, severe chop, and drifting marker buoys. That was the highlight of my race, but not of my trip.
You may be wondering how a DNF (Did Not Finish) could be great? That’s because my recorded statistics, of swim time 2:07 (horrible?) and only reached the mile-35 chip detector (incorrect distance, see below), indicate a failure? This is not the case.
I had a surprise awaiting at mile-70 on the bike. I’d been holding a steady pace against blustery cold headwinds, saving energy for the run. As I approached the turnaround point, I was looking forward to a 42-mile tail wind to regain time. To my surprise, my race chip was pulled by a race official. I then joined ten depressed, fit-looking, athletes, huddled around some trucks near the turnaround. The 70-mile chip detector and a wonderful tailwind were just out of reach.
I was told I’d missed the intermediate cut off. Intermediate cut off? Later I discovered that none of my triathlete friends have heard of this before – me neither.
Boy, those huddled athletes were upset.
See it from their perspective. For a start, they were the ones who survived the swim. From mile 60 to 70 we all battled a strong headwind, holding less than 10 miles an hour. On the other side of the road, dozens of cyclists were flying back towards the race site driven along by that powerful tailwind. Many were not even peddling. A friend of mine told me later that she held over 20 mph for the whole 42-mile trip from there to the bike-run transition.
My only regret was not being able to test my run off the bike.
One young woman came all the way from Guatemala, and this was her first Ironman. She was a runner, and would have gone by loads of athletes on the run. Her slow bike time was due to the strong cold wind and the challenging swim.
OK! Now that irritating fact, and my official Florida Ironman Race Report, is out of the way, here’s what really happened. Due to truncation of my bike ride, I got to enjoy an early dinner with my stepson, Nico, and my little dog, Gizzy, aka Gizmo.
This is what my Ironman Florida race was really all about. As I say in that movie about my abdominal aortic aneurysm, The Creation of FitOldDog, “I race to train, I don’t train to race.”
Ironman training has been saving my life for years, and this is what it’s about for me.
Training for the race, with friends:
Enjoying the trip to the race, taking my time, collecting solar energy for cooking along the way:
Interesting people along the way:
Sugar glider image from Tina:
Then you are in the race – EXCITING:
An inspiring friend of many Ironman races:
The toughest part of Ironmanis packing the gear bags for the race, then you rack your bike and the die is cast:
Then you do the race (I talked about that already), and break camp for the journey home:
You plan your next race, of course!
Cheers,
PS Keep moving, whatever you do.
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